Chapter 2 Chapter 2 Since we are looking for excitement, let’s follow through to the end…

But unlike most parents, most normal parents would just threaten their children verbally but would not actually abandon them. But Gin really did what he said!

"Brother, is it really okay to leave that brat here like this?"

Vodka looked back again, but he could no longer see Olga - there were too many people in the mall and Olga was too short, so her figure was quickly drowned in the crowd.

Gin ignored the no-smoking sign in the mall and lit a cigarette: "Hmph, she'll come back on her own when she thinks it through."

"...but she doesn't speak Japanese at all." Vodka reminded vaguely.

"If you can't even find the way back, then just throw it away." Gin extinguished the half-remaining cigarette on the snow-white wall of the mall with some annoyance, and threw it into the trash can.

Olga and Vermouth have been in Japan for nearly half a month. Gin feels that no matter how stupid she is, she will not be able to find the way back.

After all, the hotel where Vermouth stayed was only a few blocks away from Ginza, so she didn't even have to turn to go back. She could just walk in a straight line after exiting the mall.

In fact, Gin had always felt that Vermouth's act of asking him to take care of Olga was simply unnecessary - at the age of ten, why did she need someone to take care of her all day?

Vodka trembled a few times, but finally, under pressure from Gin's bad mood, he didn't say anything.

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By the time Vermouth called Gin, it was already evening.

After Vermouth completed her mission for the day and returned to the hotel, she should have seen Olga, who came to check in and indicate that she was still alive, as usual, but today she didn't even see a ghost.

After waiting for more than ten minutes at the hotel, until the hotel staff had delivered tonight's dinner to the room, Vermouth finally couldn't help but call Gin -

"Hmm?" When the call was first connected, Gin's voice was obviously a little unclear. Vermouth guessed that he was smoking a cigarette. "You mean that little brat? Didn't she go back?"

Silence, silence is Tokyo tonight.

After five seconds of silence with Gin, Vermouth's voice couldn't help but rise an octave: "You mean! You left Arthas alone! In the mall?!"

Gin paused. He rarely heard Vermouth speak in this tone. Vermouth, this woman, usually had a mysterious air and spoke slowly and steadily. It was rare for her to lose her composure like she did at this moment.

Gin couldn't help but start thinking again about the importance of the red-haired kid - what was so special about her that made Vermouth so nervous?

While brainstorming quickly, Gin said in the slightly sarcastic tone he used most often when talking to Vermouth: "Humph, that brat won't really be as the rumors say--"

There was no sound from Vermouth. For a moment, Gin could even hear the slower breathing from the other end through the receiver.

"--It's your illegitimate child, right?" The vile words came out naturally.

Vermouth's five fingers gripping the phone suddenly tightened. After taking a deep breath, her tone finally regained its usual composure:

"Gin, that child is very important to the organization. If you don't want Rum to go out personally - you'd better find her as soon as possible."

After saying that, Vermouth hung up the phone on her own initiative.

In the dim room, the fluorescent light from the mobile phone shone on Vermouth's face, making her already bad expression appear even more flickering.

Her thumbs quickly pressed against the screen, and the phone emitted a keystroke tone, playing the melody of "Seven Children." Then, Vermouth stopped. She stared at the screen for a long time, and finally deleted the email addresses she had entered one by one.

Alsace.

She uttered the word silently.

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On the other side, in the Porsche 356A——

Hearing the busy tone on his phone, Gin was stunned for a rare moment. Finally, he stubbed out his dying cigarette with a "tsk" sound and told Vodka to drive to Ginza.

Gin knew that Arthas and Vermouth couldn't have a strange relationship like "mother and daughter". He could even sense that the two of them hated each other. He had just said that because he was just provoking Vermouth out of habit.

But Vermouth's attitude was strange. She was so nervous about Olga...

Gin's brow furrowed slightly beneath the brim of his hat. Just who was that red-haired brat? Not only did he have a codename at such a young age and despite having made no contributions, but Vermouth even brought up rum as an excuse.

Vermouth must know something...

Gin's index finger tapped rhythmically on the back of his phone.

It’s just that—huh, that mystic will definitely not say it out loud.

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Gin thought it would not be difficult to find Olga. Even if she didn't wait in the mall, it was impossible for her to get lost in Ginza, where there were surveillance cameras everywhere.

But the fact is——

"Big, big brother..." Vodka turned the surveillance video back a little in disbelief and slowed down the speed.

This time, the images in the video were displayed in front of them more clearly, frame by frame.

afternoon--

After Gin and Vodka left, the exaggerated and unreasonable expression on the red-haired kid's face in the surveillance video immediately disappeared. She quickly stood up from the ground, slowly sorted her clothes, and raised her head as if looking for something.

After showing a malicious smile to the surveillance camera, she turned around and left without looking back. Her movements were so quick and decisive, even more so than Gin's.

The most important thing is——

"Brother! She went out of her way to avoid the cameras!"

That's right, Olga escaped, and at the same time proved her excellent anti-reconnaissance ability.

Gin stared at the display screen and made a "tsk" sound, which sounded like he was gritting his teeth.

Next, Gin and Vodka checked all the surveillance cameras on Olga's possible escape route, but they didn't even see a shadow of the kid.

"Big, big brother..." Cold sweat dripped down Vodka's forehead. Is this really something a ten-year-old child can do?

"Hmph." Gin turned and left the monitoring room. This kid wasn't really a loser, he just wasn't very obedient!

Vodka hurried to catch up with Gin.

At ten o'clock in the evening, there were only two security guards left in the monitoring room who were knocked unconscious and thrown into the corner.

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At ten o'clock in the evening, Olga walked aimlessly on the streets of Tokyo, looking at the bustling city that was still brightly lit even in the dark, and sighed softly.

She didn't intend to run away at first...

To be honest, it’s all Gin’s fault!

…Obviously, this limited edition Kamen Rider figure isn’t that expensive…and if I miss out on it this time, I’ll just have to buy it secondhand!

Damn Gin!

Olga kicked a small stone on the ground viciously, as if kicking Gin's head.

Olga hadn't stopped since running out of the mall in the afternoon, so much so that even she herself didn't know how far she had walked.

Could he have already left Tokyo?

Olga looked up at the night sky.

Well, I can’t see any stars, so I must still be in the city.

This escape from the organization was truly a stunt. Olga kicked the pebble hard again. She hadn't eaten all day and had no cash on her when she left, only a Visa card with a limited limit.

But it was impossible to swipe the card. Olga was sure that as soon as she swiped the card, the organization over there would find out her location.

As for mobile phones?

Olga had already thrown her away. If she hadn't thrown her away, would she have waited for the organization to locate her?

Since you want to pursue excitement, then go all the way!

Olga continued walking forward.

She didn't know how long she had been walking, but she felt that the surrounding environment was becoming more and more desolate. The tall buildings were no longer visible, and only some shorter buildings were left. Fortunately, the street lights along the way had not yet gone out of service.

It looks like this is a residential area?

"...I'm hungry." Olga even felt a little dizzy. She suspected that she had low blood sugar.

Finally, after crossing a small parking lot, Olga looked up and saw a lighted billboard, which should be a convenience store chain.

The aroma of oden drifted to Olga's nose on the evening breeze. At that moment, the food she normally wouldn't even glance at seemed to exude the aroma of a full-scale banquet, tantalizing her taste buds.

When she came to her senses, Olga was already standing outside the glass wall of the convenience store in a listless manner, staring at the oden machine next to the counter.

Fortunately, she didn't do anything like clinging to the wall and drooling. Olga secretly felt relieved.

She searched her body again without giving up. Very good, let alone money, she didn't even have a pocket.

Olga began to hesitate, her eyes scanning the convenience store. Hmm, one clerk, and... a dozen customers?!

Olga finally came to her senses and realized that many customers in the store were looking at her curiously - probably because she had been standing at the door for too long.

While complaining about the dense population in Japan and how there could be so many people in such a small convenience store in the middle of the night, Olga began to wonder if she could choose someone to "bump into" so that she could at least get her dinner done.

Olga was very familiar with the essentials of scam, but the biggest problem now was - the language barrier!

In fact, Olga had tried to ask for directions in the afternoon, but she found that most people in the country could not understand the English she spoke. Even if she slowed down her speech, the other party could guess what she meant, but she could not understand their answer.

Well, Olga even doubted whether these people were communicating with her in English...

Later, Olga could only say...she would rather go back to school and listen to a few more classes taught by that Indian professor!

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